'twas a busy weekend. the Mister & i went to a friend's ugly sweater party on saturday night. there was lots o' food. karaoke. dancing. and, of course, no shortage of ugly sweaters.
sunday evening we headed to Rock City to check out the christmas lights and meet mr. claus, himself. (oh, and i cannot forget to mention that when i told the boy we were going to "meet santa" a look of horror spread across his face. apparently he misunderstood me because he said no, mama, no. jack no eat canta claus! the poor dear has probably been scarred for life. oh well, it's not the first time, nor will it be the last.
anyway, it was a blast (despite the cold & the 45 minute wait in line just to get tickets. oh, and the fact that i realized today they overcharged us by $3) we will definitely make it a yearly thing....the boy ooo'd and ahhh'd all night long.
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| yes, i know he doesn't look so thrilled here, but he was longing for canta claus, whom we just left, while munching on a candy cane. |
i'm pretty sure we'll be talking about his visit with the claus for quite some time. he was so in awe that he couldn't even speak (even though we practiced all day long....he wanted to tell santa he wanted a choo choo)
and who knew that santa had a very thick, very southern drawl?
nevertheless, he's been a good boy, santa, a very. good. boy.
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